It isn’t happening, it can’t be happening.
You’ll come back to me at any moment,
And we’ll go places and see things.
We’ll laugh and smile and be happy.
They say you’re gone, but they’re wrong.
Tell them to keep their lies to themselves.

How could anyone be okay with this?
Their sympathetic smiles are frustrating.
How do they keep going without you?
Why didn’t they do more,
Why didn’t they try harder to help you?
Where were they during your suffering and pain?

Why wasn’t it me, instead of you?
You had such joy, such life.
You deserved to keep going, keep loving.
I want to trade you places, but I can’t.
I don’t bring light to the world like you did.
They wouldn’t miss me as much as they miss you.

I couldn’t do anything but stand by and watch.
Yet I still feel that it was my fault.
You won’t be at my wedding,
Smiling with proud, joyful tears in your eyes.
You won’t be here when I need a helping hand.
And that hurts.

You may not ever hold my hand again,
Or hold me when I’m sad or hurt.
But that’s starting to be okay.
I know that you love me, and no matter what,
You’ll always be here, even if I can’t see you.
You’re okay now, and I will be too.